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Faces And Hearts


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I see faces, aching
for acceptance, hearts
prepping for penance.
Acceptance and penance, use them
They’re available, mean them.

An old, homeless man wobbled,
waiting for red to turn green
When a taxi hit a puddle,
his soaked shirt stuck to his skin.

The car shrieked to a stop, the driver,
his teeth glistened, he laughed
The man’s eyes lowered, the poorer,
he stood there as the car moved.

The breeze was cold and wet
The man walked, then paused
He had no cash or check
He walked, and stopped.

Night glowed, stars assembled
He on a bench slipped into dreaming
Someone patted him and whispered
I’m the driver, he said, you were forgiving.

Both ate sandwich the driver brought
He scanned the man, a deja vu from before
The man had stood, the driver remembered, between him and a gun
Look at the scar, the man quickly said, from the bullet of ’84.

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The driver’s eyes swelled with tears,
the man’s with pride – and both hugged,
then smiled and sighed
Who said acceptance and penance have died.

But, I see faces aching
for acceptance, hearts
prepping for penance.
Acceptance and penance, use them
They’re available, mean them.

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13 comments

  1. It’s even better than the Taj Mahal piece! I think you will make t.

  2. Beautiful piece! I like the ending 🙂

  3. So powerful this…’Acceptance and penance, use them
    They’re voluntary, mean them.’ Beautiful my friend, tugs at my heart…

  4. I had to read this twice and I also like the ending (like other readers)
    and this is one of those chew on writings –

    but my very favorite line was this:

    “eyes swelled with tears,
    the man’s with pride, and both hugged,
    then smiled and sighed…”

    because it was here that the mood and feel permeated…. well done M

    • Thanks P for understanding it so well. I took a while to write this post. Attempted to show instead of tell. Don’t know where 1984 came from. Two “1984” events I know of are the anti-Sikh riots in Delhi (the bullet reference might be from there) and Orwell’s famous novel (which has sadness).

  5. Beautiful. In image as well as in words. You are a true poet. Thank you for sharing.

  6. Poignant poem, dearest Mahesh… I love it! … Thanks for sharing… I hope you have a great, warmer week ahead. Aquileana 😀

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